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Ready
8
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ready è stato pubblicato il 14 luglio 2021 da Banger Squad Entertainment Llc come parte dell'album Count
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AlbumCount
Data di uscita14 luglio 2021
EtichettaBanger Squad Entertainment Llc
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM127

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kenneth bosley
kenneth bosley
Songwriter

Testi

Tell my youngn to go when he ready
Me and my brothers like Ed edd n eddy
Shawty know I got sauce like spaghetti
**** broke I guess that's why they petty
You can't ride if you wasn't in that Chevy
Got a new bag and this shit is heavy
Threw that play ain't my fault you couldn't catch
Hella racks what I'm eating for breakfast
Feed all my dogs I ain't selfish
Say I'm getn to much money I can't help it
Went to go get it I ain't tryna mail it
Just went ahead cuz I ain't tryna smell it
When she get with me she ten times better
Want a verse this shit come with a fee it ain't free
If he playing I'ma charge him ten times extra
Want to come in this trap then you got to bring them racks
We won't serve you unless it's ten bows or better
Ain't gotta hit the block I got rich custies
I was broke now I'm everybody's rich cousin
I done made more money than your big homie
Keep on playing ima beat up your big brother
Made to much then they got sick of us
He said that he cut but we came in with real cutters
They Trynna to slide but that's cool we gone spill something
Knoow that they broke they ain't got no real money
Tell my youngn to go when he ready
Me and my brothers like Ed edd n eddy
Shawty know I got sauce like spaghetti
**** broke I guess that's why they petty
You can't ride if you wasn't in that Chevy
Got a new bag and this shit is heavy
Threw that play ain't my fault you couldn't catch
Hella racks what I'm eating for breakfast
If they ask then they know we don't know bout it
We gone knock off his head how we go bout it
Who you worried bout lil **** nobody
And the pussy real good but the throat fire
Herd he said he got work he a no hire
How you say you gone ride and no tires
Said she like it but shit I got more fire
I just might take your bitch don't let me go by her
Say he gangster but he ain't got no fire
Put my dogs on and we ran it up
We done got rich and bought more fire
Mob ties I ain't never worried cause I ain't gone be touched
If he round me then he clutch
Say he your dog but he won't bust
Pop one of these **** like soda they talking to much they don't even know us
Tell my youngn to go when he ready
Me and my brothers like Ed edd n eddy
Shawty know I got sauce like spaghetti
**** broke I guess that's why they petty
You can't ride if you wasn't in that Chevy
Got a new bag and this shit is heavy
Threw that play ain't my fault you couldn't catch
Hella racks what I'm eating for breakfast
Feed all my dogs I ain't selfish
Say I'm getn to much money I can't help it
Went to go get it I ain't tryna mail it
Just went ahead cuz I ain't tryna smell it
When she get with me she ten times better
Want a verse this shit come with a fee it ain't free if he playing I'ma charge him ten times extra
Want to come in this trap then you got to bring them racks we won't serve you unless it's ten bows or better
Written by: kenneth bosley
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